A poem about how we hurt each other but always come back. My Gaelic isn't the best, so I hope I haven't said anything awful or silly.
Mé am philéar cloiche snoite ag an ghaoth.
Agam briste an oighear ar an fharraige reoite.
Tá nós do focail le scian do mo spiorad.
Gearrtha siad trí agus a chur amach mo súil.
Anois dall go leat, beidh mé i bhfad sruth.
Beidh mé i gcónaí teacht ar ais arís.
I am a stone pillar carved by the wind.
I have broken the ice on the frozen sea.
Your words are a knife to my spirit.
They cut through and take away my hope.
Now blind to you, I will drift far.
I will always come back again.
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